There is a story that I vividly remember my mother reading to me as a child. I can remember the sound of her voice as she read the text, and when I think about that book, I remember every page, how the book smelled and it also brings back memories of my mother’s hugs, her warmth and the time she spent reading to me.
The Maggie B by Irene Haas is the book and it is my favourite picture book, because it has so much meaning for me.
Books are magical, I think; because of their power to connect us to moments in our lives.
There is a part of the story where Maggie (Margaret) is cooking a lobster and fish supper for her little brother James. For dessert, she careful cuts ripe peaches in half, drizzles them with honey and cinnamon and bakes them in the oven. This scene is etched in my memory, as I remember thinking that there couldn’t be anything in the world, more delicious then baked peaches.
Last week I made this desert for my family and it is a moment that I will remember. I’m not one to spend too much time in the kitchen. In fact I totally dread cooking. Mostly, because I’m not very good at it. I gave this recipe a try though, and that fact that my son loved it was really just icing on the cake. He asked where I got the idea to make them…like it was a stroke of genius on my part. I told him about The Maggie B, and he smiled and then asked if I knew of any other picture books with good dessert recipes.
Is there a book from your childhood that brings you wonderful memories?